Not like the frumpy, pathetic mom he saw here before him. Not this station wagon he had married… ‘When will you be home tonight?’ Ellen asked an... sat his plate down in front of him, along with the customary salt and peppershakers. The acrid smell of burnt eggs attacked his nose and forced him to set back a little. ‘Not sure,’ Mark shrugged and watched her bring him his glass of milk and mug of coffee. He folded up his paper and added, ‘It’s finals week, and I do have over three hundred papers. For someone who had been to the beach only 3 other times before, it was plenty worth it. So when I first arrived and saw his house, it was very cute, in a neighborhood right across from the beach. It was small, quaint and small lol, when you walk in, you had an open family room/kitchen. To the left was the bathroom and then a bedroom to either side of it. Uncle Ed was a larger, pleasant man, He welcomed me in and showed me to my room. The bathroom was surprisingly clean for a single. With the hurricane of their sex circling about them in ominous calm, Maggie could now hear over her shoulder the elements of this storm of theirs’ indoors – hearing, absorbing the juicy, metronomic pump and squelch of George’s efforts behind her, the fleshy bell toll of his repeated impact with the fat compact of her loaves, and then the throaty mummers of his own dissolution: “ …umh, ahh; oh, Maggie – my lovely, naughty Maggie” he groaned as he sawed at her, grinding away at both of them of. "I guess you know the answer, don't you?" I guess this isn't a kori choot then.?"That's my pussy. What's kori choot?" That's a virgin pussy, Leena. I guess you're not a virgin?" Nah... I done it lots. Even with Mr. Best. Are you gonna teach me more words in your language?" Maybe, Leena." He let his fingers slowly explore her. They moved across soft, velvety outer lips before finding the warm wetness of her inner lips. She moaned again as he touched her there and then again as he slowly slipped.